The face of an angel and a body made for nothing but sin. Her legs, her ass, her tits, her silky soft skin...all of it perfectly designed to drive any man out of his mind.
So effortlessly too.
“I don’t do slow,” I told her as I stepped between her parted thighs. “And I don’t do gentle.”
Keeping those gorgeous eyes locked on mine, she scooted closer to the edge and spread her legs wider. The sight of her almost had me shooting my load right fucking there.
“Does it look like I care?”
That damn mouth of hers. I had the urge to yank her off the counter, push her to her knees, and fuck the sass right off her tongue. Maybe later, once I’ve given her a few more orgasms, I’d do exactly that.
Couldn’t imagine a prettier sight than those lips wrapped around my dick and those eyes trained on me while she took me deep. The thought alone had my balls tightening.
Even more when Kate’s gaze finally left mine to watch my hand slowly move up and down my length.
“Like what you see?”
She bit her lip and whether she meant to or not, her hips shifted restlessly.
Closing the distance between us, I dragged my erection through her wetness. Once, twice, I rubbed up and down, stopping just before her entrance.
I smoothed my hands over her hips, digging my fingers into her soft skin to yank her even closer. I thrust forward. The feeling of her wet heat sliding along my dick was almost too much.
And when I realized I could easily come like that, I quickly positioned myself at her entrance. I was about to thrust inside when her hand shot out, and she pressed against my chest.
“Condom,” she breathed. “We need a condom.”
Fuck me.I didn’t even think about protection. That alone should have had warning bells ringing inside my head. I’d never gone without. Not once. But standing there in front of Kate, all I wanted to do was feel her with no barriers between us.
She didn’t share the sentiment.
It was impossible not to spot the concern in those pretty eyes of hers.
With a groan, I planted my hands on the counter beside her and dropped my head to her chest.
“I don’t have one.” I hadn’t gone out last night with the intention of getting laid so didn’t grab any from my nightstand. “Please tell me you do.”
She made a noise. One that warned me I would not like her answer.
“I don’t.” At least she sounded as disappointed as I was.
“Well, shit,” I let out a pained laugh. “Guess it’s just me and my hand then.”
“Or.” She slid off the counter and curled her fingers around my hard-on. “It can be my hand.” Squeezing tight, she mirrored my movements from earlier. Up and down, up and down. “Show me how you like it.”
“Fuuuck,” I wheezed. “That feels good.”
I pulled back to look at her face, and holy shit, the expression in her eyes made my knees buckle. Or maybe her torturous touch was to blame for my weakened limbs.
“Like this...” She licked her lips and squeezed me harder, moved faster. “Or this?”
Did she want me to respond to that? Because I couldn’t. Not when she did such a damn good job at driving me out of my mind. My hips shot forward out of their own volition, fucking her hand in earnest.
She didn’t let up but worked me harder, faster. Her slender fingers wrapped tight around me while she pumped to the snapping rhythm of my hips. I didn’t know what fucking magic she conjured up because, holy shit, being jerked off had never felt like this.
Maybe it was the potency of the moment or lack of blood to my brain, but I swore to all things holy, her hand was the best fuck I’d had.
And if this was so damn good, I couldn’t even begin to imagine how otherworldly being buried inside her would be.
